Chapter 119 Used

• The Mustang’s suspension made a high-pitched metallic whine as Douglas delivered one harsh, hard blow after another to Quin’s straining hole. Sweat covered their bodies, mingling with the grime and oil that covered Douglas’s arms. The smell of rubber, old grease and raw sex permeated the garage, forming a cloying fog that was indistinguishable.
• But then Douglas suddenly stopped. The rhythm ended with a violent interruption. He gripped Quin’s hips with brutal force, ripping his throbbing shaft out of her and tearing a scream from her lips. That feeling was a harsh vacuum: a wet, sucking pop of thick head of cock tearing out of Quin’s anal passage. Before Quin could fall down, feeling the terrible void left by his absence, Douglas roughly handled her. He turned her around and pushed toward the front of the car.
• And he gave her no time to orient herself. He pushed Quin, forcing her to stumble towards the front of the Mustang. Her hands fluttered, clumsily beating against the hood of the vintage car. The metal of the hood was freezing cold against her hot, sweaty skin.